For Vincent John Ancona, writing was never a choice, but more a way of life. Ever since he published his first poem at the age of 13, he knew that poetry was his calling. Oftentimes misunderstood by his peers, family and classmates, he found poetry a rock in a world built on quicksand, a way to make sense of messy human existence: "I felt and still do feel like an anthropologist of sorts. I was always on the outside more...
